Title: Multiply Life By The Power Of Two
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: JJ/Emily
Summary: Yes, you guessed it from the title!
Rating: 15 ish, I think
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. No copyright infringement is intended.

A/N: Oakie dokie, I take this opportunity to explain myself. Yes, this is a baby fic. No, it is not in response to what’s going to happen on the show. I’ve actually been sitting on this for a few weeks, trying to decide whether to post it or not. I wrote it alongside 24, but it was a slower process even though its shorter because it wasn’t my main beat like 24 was. So this is what I did. After lots of worrying, I asked three people to read it. And I would go along with the majority. Majority rules, so I’m posting. However, I’m posting this part first to test the waters, so to speak. So if this is so not the thing you want to read about, please do tell me okay? I’m holding you up to honesty if you should choose to read this! Also a quick warning, this whole thing is really sickly sweet!

A/N 2: This actually got started by some prompts from homicidal-maniac-69’s prompt frames thingies! - 4) Emily loved running her hands over JJ's pregnant belly and 20) Laying on the couch, having Emily playing with her hair, has to be one of JJ's favorite ways to unwind.

No one is more surprised than me that I produced a baby fic, considering I have a rather huge anxiety disorder about birth that causes me to vomit or pass out…or both! Yeah, so this was kinda weird, and I did throw up once or twice. I’m sure you so needed to know that! Anyway, moving swiftly on, this fic incorporates some lovely Irish tradition and the midwife is actually my Grandmother! (Who thinks me insane cos of my anxiety disorder and laughs when I pass out!)

Thank You – To sofialindsay for beta reading, you kick ass! And for pestering me and putting up with an endless amount of fret. Thank you also to leilanni and isleobubba for also beta-ing, reading through and encouraging.

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Jennifer Jareau stared expressionless as she faced herself in the mirror. She simply looked, peering into her own, penetrating blue eyes, her body barely moving a muscle.

It was early, too early, really, to be up on a Saturday morning. If she had been thinking sanely when her eyes had fluttered open not long ago, she would have chosen to stay wrapped up comfortably in bed. Surrounded by warmth and softness. Huddled up to the familiar, soothing body in the space next to her own. Content to listen to soft, even breathing as she so often did when she awoke first.

Evidently, she had not been thinking sanely. Instead Jennifer had left the comfort of her bed, making her way silently to the bathroom, where she had been standing for the last ten minutes or so. Not that she had actually noticed. Time had slipped by her easily, her mind preoccupied with other thoughts. Now, deep in contemplation she found herself standing before the mirror, staring vacantly into her own crystal blue eyes. The palms of her hands pressed against the cool marble countertop, holding the weight of her tired body.

Everything was perfectly still. The relaxed, sleepy lull continued to float through the house, welcoming and glorious. Her own activities were too subtle to cause a noticeable disruption as she stood silently and still, her breath shallow and light. Absolutely nothing moved. Nothing dared pierce the undisturbed glory of the morning.

There was no chill in the air. The house was warm already, its comfort intensified by the soft, yellow rays that seeped in around the undrawn blind of the bathroom window. The rich sun soaked beams saturated the large, classically decorated bathroom in a wonderful pale colour. It fell beautifully into corners, across the spacious tub, and danced over JJ’s naturally honeycomb skin. Her goose bumps, a sharp contrast to its warming gleam. Not that she noticed that either. She noticed nothing, right now.

Jennifer simply remained where she was, leaning against the sink, peering into the mirror. Completely gone inside of her own mind right now, she didn’t hear the soft sound of bare feet crossing hardwood floor. Never suspected another presence to enter the bathroom, slow and sleepy but also searching. She never even noticed the reflection in the mirror. She did however, feel soft hands slide over the exposed skin of her stomach.

It was only with contact that Jennifer snapped back into reality, when suddenly her senses came rushing back to her. She became aware of the presence, happy to have the weight and warmth of the other body to press into her back, arms wrapping around her as she was nuzzled in the neck. Hot kisses being placed there haphazardly. It made her smirk. It made one of her hands leave its position on the sink, lifting up to tangle with familiar dark and silky hair.

She definitely hadn’t been thinking sanely, having left Emily in bed alone. Well, usually it wouldn’t have been for a sane reason. Usually nothing could pry her out of bed when she didn’t have to be, away from the woman that she loved. The woman she had given her heart, body and soul to. This morning, however, this particular morning was somewhat different. She had wanted to have at least a few moments before Emily realised she was gone. Because Emily had always been scarily aware, even in sleep, when she wasn’t right there beside her.

‘’Come back to bed.’’

Despite being filled with sleep, Emily’s voice was still filled with raw, unadulterated seductiveness. It still held a wealth of promise behind its hushed, inviting tone that resonated through the blonde, making her shiver involuntarily. It still astounded her, what Emily could make stir in her, just with the power of her voice. But then, Jennifer had always loved Emily’s voice.

Nothing moved for a good few seconds. The two women just stood, pressed against one another in a perfect fit, taking in the other. Their warmth, their weight, their smell. In a picture perfect pose, content in the still of the morning, bathed in glowing light and interlocking contentedly. A brilliantly stark contrast to their usually animated movements. Be it rushing to get ready, going about their work, or something distinctly more private and intimate. They were careful though, to often stop and appreciate the other. Like now.

As Emily’s fingers moved across warm skin, Jennifer’s muscles twitched automatically, always keen to respond to her lovers touches. The fingertips of those hands scratched lightly, teasingly, across the skin before dipping just under the hem of the deep purple t-shit that the blonde had slept in. As her body twitched again, she felt her breath hitch, making it come out in more of a sigh. Her head tilted sideways automatically, allowing Emily the freedom to continue kissing along her neck softly, yet hungrily. Finally, her eyes fluttered closed as the other woman pushed into her a little more, wedging her between the sink and herself, hands moving higher under the t-shirt. Emily had always known how to work her body. Almost like she was playing the piano.

‘’Em…’’

Her whisper was hoarse, aroused. She found it hard to concentrate, since she was the centre of Emily’s attention right now. The hand that had tangled into hair gripped the back of her neck a little tighter, her other hand moving up to cover one of Emily’s, although separated by material. It took an inordinate amount of focus to actually form the words she needed to say out loud.

‘’I’m pregnant.’’

She was a little louder this time. Loud enough to pierce the air. Loud enough to make sure it reached Emily’s ears. It took a second, but everything stopped. The breathing against her neck hitched a little bit, but still brushed over her skin, slow and steady. Until, another moment later, as what she had said began to sink in, Emily lifted her head away.

‘’What? What did you just say?’’

Understandably, Emily’s voice had changed. Still low and whispery, but now with an added squeak of awe. An almost too-good-to-be-true disbelief. She too now looked directly into the mirror. But not at herself, like Jennifer had done moments before. She looked straight into ocean blue eyes, her own dark orbs searching for confirmation. Their eyes never broke their connection, as Jennifer reached forward, picking up a little white stick that had been sitting before her on the sink top, all along. She lifted it up into Emily’s line of sight, letting her see for herself.

‘’I’m pregnant, Emily.’’

In hindsight, she had been thinking sanely. Jennifer had slept with the butterflies in her stomach all night. They reminded her, in dreams, what she had suspected for almost a week now. So upon waking up she had tiptoed to the bathroom, resigned to taking the test before Emily woke up. She didn’t want to get her hopes up for nothing. After all, sometimes a late period was just a late period. It didn’t automatically mean she was pregnant. Only, she was.

Which was why she had spent the ten minutes prior to Emily walking in, leaning on the sink staring at herself in the mirror. Finding out you were pregnant usually required a moment or two. Or in her case, ten. Now that it had eventually sunken in, she smiled, chuckling randomly as she did. She also smiled at the shock colouring Emily’s face.

‘’Oh my god. Oh my god, you’re pregnant.’’

Emily stuttered, still shocked but letting the undercurrent of happiness and excitement wash through her tone. Her wide, dark eyes flickered up from the pregnancy stick back to the mirror, sharing the look of what could only be described as pure joy that they were both feeling this very second. There really was no describing what this moment felt like. Surrounded by sweet light, in a perfectly wonderful warmth that made it feel like they were standing in their own private bubble. At a push, they could have been convinced that nothing existed outside of it. It was a moment they somehow knew they would never forget.

‘’We’re pregnant!’’

Jennifer corrected, the smile now permanently etched onto her lips. And if it were possible, her bluer than blue eyes were glowing even more so than normal. Those butterflies in her stomach fluttered around happily, causing her body to tingle and radiate. This is exactly what she wanted. What they wanted, together. It’s what they had planned. It’s what they had worked at. Part of her felt like this was a complete fabrication of her mind. That perhaps she was indeed still wrapped up in bed, cuddled into Emily and dreaming all of this. It wouldn’t be the first time. But this was real. This surreal, beautiful moment was definitely real.

‘’We are. We’re pregnant.’’

Emily repeated, her voice still under the influence of shock and awe. Still whispery as the information ran through her mind, screaming over and over again that this was really happening. It wasn’t just Jennifer’s body that tingled, it was hers too. Anticipation swept through her quickly, as she blinked again, still not having absorbed it properly. She did however; manage to lower her hands back to her blonde lover’s sides, releasing the pressure of her body so that she could turn her around easier. A smile tugged at her lips that Jennifer complied, wrapping her arms around her neck as her lower back leaned against the sink.

Unable to help herself, and let the moment pass by, Emily leant forward, coaxing the woman she loved into an explorative, languid kiss. Thorough, deep and meaningful. Nothing else seemed to matter right now. So long as they were here, together, and connected. And they were. Their life together was turning a corner on the road right this very moment. Time seemed to slow drastically, giving them the opportunity to really feel it. To really appreciate it.

‘’You’re crying.’’

Jennifer’s voice was barely breaking a murmur, vocal chords shaking and a tone of almost disbelief to find that Emily was crying as they broke apart for some much needed air. Her hands moved immediately to cup the paler woman’s face, thumbs gently brushing away the tears that fell down silky smooth cheeks.

‘’You’re crying too.’’

She was right, of course. Although for a moment, Jennifer didn’t realise that she was. So focused on her soul mate that she didn’t notice her own tears. She made no move to stop them, or hide them. Like Emily hadn’t. Tears of absolute bliss. Tears of relief, of contentment and excitement. An outburst reaction to the swirling mass of feelings inside of them both.

‘’I love you. So, so much.’’

The resolute tone was always there when Emily declared her love. Unwavering, undeniable and pure. She had never loved anyone so powerfully, so thoroughly. She had never loved someone so much without question. And she never let Jennifer doubt it. No matter what. In whatever circumstance, in whatever context it was said, there was never any doubt. Emily had always been shy about giving people her love. Too many times had she been betrayed, or disappointed, or abused. She had eventually learnt to skillfully keep it hidden in a little box inside, safe yet desperately wanting to be free. It was odd then, how she never hesitated with the blonde in front of her. The woman who seemed to have a key to that little box, and had opened it unhesitatingly. Emily had made sure that Jennifer knew, bestowed on her how special, how significant it was. She had made sure that she knew she had never meant it like she meant it with her before.

‘’I love you too.’’

And just like she knew how Jennifer felt it, she felt it too. They may have grown up so differently. Their experiences sometimes literally worlds apart. But with their love, they were very similar. Jennifer had been cautious of who exactly she gave it to. Also having had given it to the wrong people. Until finally she trusted Emily with her heart, her love, and handed them over freely. Emily was distinctly aware of just how huge a gift it was, and that Jennifer also hadn’t loved anyone like she had her. For a little while in their lives, both women had almost given up on believing such a potent love existed. That was, until they had met one another. And all of that hope and belief had come rushing back into them, therefore opening them up to loving each other.

Neither Emily or Jennifer knew how long they remained there in the bathroom, just content in wrapping their arms around one another.

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Some eleven hours later, in the still of the evening, the couple lay in bed together silently. Still basking in the knowledge they were having a child. Still staggered with shock and awe just like they had been in the brand new light of the day. Jennifer holding an image in her minds eye, of what their baby would look like. How happy they were going to make it. How much they were going to love it. Images of how they would decorate the nursery popped into her mind, and she could barely contain her excitement. It was a different picture entirely in Emily’s head. Instead she was thinking about what their child could do. Dreamt of collage graduation, all the first times of so many different things they could guide it through. And, especially if it was a girl, how many boys she could threaten with her gun. Because she’d be damned if they were going to sneak past her to get to her daughter!

‘’Oh my god!’’

Emily started, her hand immediately ceasing in its back and forth motion across Jennifer’s stomach. They had been laid there, with the blonde stretched on her back, Emily on her side and tucked in next to her, head on shoulder. She had moved up her lovers shirt a little bit, exposing her taunt stomach so she could draw lazy patterns across it, her eyes watching as she tried to identify anything different. Anything to indicate the baby beneath. Of course, it was a ridiculous and futile effort. She hadn’t been able to help herself though. And until Jennifer’s loud and panicked outburst, it had been silent and peaceful in the darkened bedroom. Now that peace was effectively shattered.

‘’What? What’s wrong?’’

Emily demanded, still a little startled at Jennifer’s yelp, the outburst ringing through her ears since it had been silent otherwise. She propped herself up onto her elbow, her face close but above the blonde’s now. She frowned slightly, seeing the distress etched onto the beautiful face before her. Jennifer looked at her, almost pleadingly.

‘’What the hell am I going to do without coffee for 9 months?’’

She demanded, like it was the most important question to be answered on this earth. They just looked at one another, thinking about it for a moment. What was she going to do? She practically lived off caffeine. Emily conjured up an image of a caffeine withdrawn, hormonal Jennifer and grimaced slightly. That was not going to be fun!

Then, as she realised what she was doing, the brunette shook her head slightly in an effort to shove the image back out and get a grip over herself. Focusing her eyes back on Jennifer, and feeling the absurdity of the moment, she laughed. After finding out they were going to be parents, that was the question praying on Jennifer’s mind? Out of everything they had set before them, the complications, the ups and downs, the birth, all of it…and that was what Jennifer was worried about? Coffee? It was ridiculously typical, and oddly hysterical. And it had them both howling with laughter.